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Notably there is one person in the story who seems as if he were meant to be something, but who hitherto has certainly been nothing; I mean Bazzard, Mr. Grewgious's clerk, a sulky fellow interested in theatricals, of whom an unnecessary fuss is made. There is also Mr. Grewgious himself, and there is also another suggestion, so much more startling that I shall have to deal with it later.
Grewgious, 'stepping over to the hotel in Furnival's, and asking them to send in materials for laying the cloth. These liberal directions Mr. Grewgious issued with his usual air of reading an inventory, or repeating a lesson, or doing anything else by rote. Bazzard, after drawing out the round table, withdrew to execute them. 'I was a little delicate, you see, said Mr.
Grewgious had by this time grown so very mysterious, that Rosa did not know how to go on. While she was thinking about it Mr. Grewgious suddenly jerked out of himself for the second time: 'Let's talk. We were speaking of Mr. Bazzard. It's a secret, and moreover it is Mr.
'What is the Landlesses? An estate? A villa? A farm? 'A brother and sister. The sister is at the Nuns' House, and has become a great friend of P 'PRosa's, Mr. Grewgious struck in, with a fixed face. 'She is a strikingly handsome girl, sir, and I thought she might have been described to you, or presented to you perhaps? 'Neither, said Mr. Grewgious. 'But here is Bazzard.
As there was something mournful in his sigh, Rosa, in touching him with her tea-cup, ventured to touch him with her small hand too. 'Thank you, my dear, said Mr. Grewgious. 'Ahem! Let's talk! 'Do you always live here, sir? asked Rosa. 'Yes, my dear. 'And always alone? 'Always alone; except that I have daily company in a gentleman by the name of Bazzard, my clerk. 'HE doesn't live here?
Grewgious, breaking the blank silence which of course ensued: though why these pauses SHOULD come upon us when we have performed any small social rite, not directly inducive of self-examination or mental despondency, who can tell? 'Let us follow you, sir, said Bazzard, 'and have the picture. 'Mr. Edwin will correct it where it's wrong, resumed Mr.
Rosa appeared to consider what she would do if the awkward supposititious case were hers. 'Consequently, said Mr. Grewgious, 'Mr. Bazzard would have a sense of my inferiority to himself under any circumstances; but when I am his master, you know, the case is greatly aggravated. Mr.
Grewgious, 'I charge you once more, by the living and by the dead, to bring that ring back to me! Here Bazzard awoke himself by his own snoring; and, as is usual in such cases, sat apoplectically staring at vacancy, as defying vacancy to accuse him of having been asleep. 'Bazzard! said Mr. Grewgious, harder than ever. 'I follow you, sir, said Bazzard, 'and I have been following you.
Bazzard! echoed Edwin, with a totally unfounded appearance of enthusiasm, and with the unspoken addition: 'What in, I wonder! 'And May! pursued Mr.
'You are very kind, said Edwin, glancing about him as though attracted by the notion of a new and relishing sort of gipsy-party. 'Not at all, said Mr. Grewgious; 'YOU are very kind to join issue with a bachelor in chambers, and take pot-luck. And I'll ask, said Mr. Grewgious, dropping his voice, and speaking with a twinkling eye, as if inspired with a bright thought: 'I'll ask Bazzard.
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